Page 23 of Amy's Santa

“One, it’s up to me to give you what you need. I’ll take it no further. Up to you to set the pace. You know how this works. You can stop it at any time.”

“I couldn’t stop Flint.” There are many things I could say in response to her statement, but I want her to be in the mindset where she’ll understand.

“Come.” I release her arms, turn her around, and with my hand resting gently in the small of her back, encourage her to move up the incline in the direction of our suite. The almost-there touch that she’s become accustomed to over the past few weeks keeping her calm.

I open the door, then step back to allow her to precede me inside.

“What do you want me to do?” She sounds nervous.

I walk around her and go to stand with my back against the far wall. Leaning back, I cross one ankle over the other and fold my arms. “Stop will do as your safe word today. You say that, and our play will cease.”

“We’re going to play?”

“A short scene.” Short will be more than enough.

“Strip for me.”

Her eyes meet mine. I give her time to decide. To work through stuff. While I’ve never played with her myself, I’ve seen her naked in the club many times. She’s also been part of the scene for years, so getting naked in front of someone shouldn’t worry her. That it now does is sad, as it shows how vulnerable and exposed she feels.

Just when I’m thinking I’m going to have to call this off, she reaches down and pulls off her lightweight sweater she’s wearing. With a quick half smile, she folds it neatly, and lays it on a chair. Next she kicks off her shoes, then removes her jeans. I suck in a deep breath, remembering just how gorgeous she is, as she efficiently takes off her bra and panties.

“Present yourself.”

She stands, legs slightly apart, hands clasped behind her back. She’s gone rigid. I push away from the wall. Her eyes, wide, watch me until I’ve moved behind her back.

My fingers lightly rest on her shoulders. “Pull them back.” She does. “Good girl.” I continue my inspection, touching her briefly in various places, allowing her to get used to the feeling of my hands on her.

“Remember you can use your safe word at any time.” She nods. “You don’t need to stay silent. I want to know what you’re feeling.” I make another circuit, then pause when I’m behind her. “Amy. I want to make you come.”

At my words, her breath hitches, and her skin flushes a delightful shade of red. Her body knows what it wants, she’s just got to be into it with her head.

“I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You won’t.” I’m certain of that. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her, moving back around to her front. Gently I run my hands over the sides of her breasts, trailing my fingers down her stomach. Her breath hitches, and even without being touched, her nipples start to bead. Leaning forward, I lick one of those peaks, then huff a breath on it, it hardens more.

“Keep your eyes open.” I want her grounded, with me. Not thinking about anyone else, and definitely not Flint.

Her other nipple I take between my finger and thumb, rolling it until it too becomes hard.

Leaning in, I inhale deeply. “I think you’re wet for me, pet.”

“Yes, Sir. I think I am.”

We hadn’t discussed etiquette. But I’m easy on whatever she wants to call me.

“I’d like to make you come on my tongue.”

“I think I’d like that, Sir.”

“You can always tell me to stop.” As I remind her, I sink to my knees and with my hands gently holding her hips, position my mouth so I lick her clit.

“I don’t think I’ll use my safe word right now,” she replies in a not too steady tone. I ignore her mild brattiness.

I tap her foot. “Put your foot on my thigh.” It allows me more room to work. She does.

“Fuck, pet, you taste so good.”

“Tha-nnnk you, Sir.”

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